DAY 11

IN L.A.:::Ended up getting a motel because we’re tired of smelling. Damon has been ill, some kind of food poisoning. He was pretty sick the poor laddie. Am in the room now, about to check out and hit the streets of L.A. Had a really bad dream last night and awoke screaming. Have not had a nightmare in years; it was so vivid, something about being schizophrenic. It was just really disturbing.

Its now 8pm, am sitting in a café outside on Hollywood Blvd. Walked down the street earlier today, checking out the stars on the sidewalk and the famous footprints of the stars. Loads of tourist shops selling little Oscars and really bad t-shirts. Drove up Mullholland Drive, (where David Lynch’s hilarious hit comedy was set) for a bit and had a look out over the Hollywood Hills. For a place where loads of rich stars live they sure do have shit roads – potholes everywhere!

To the right is a view from Mullholland Drive.

We also drove around Laurel Canyon which is where Frank Zappa used to reside and is the home of The Utility Muffin Research Kitchen (his studio). His family still live there i believe, although i don't know which house.



The Hoffmeister! A man of greatness.


Humphrey Bogart's footprints in the concrete outside the Chinese Theatre on Hollywood Blvd.